Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Sooner or Later ❯ Chapter I ( Prologue )

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Series: Inu-Yasha / Weiß Kreuz
Pairings: Schu x Yohji, um...Brad x Ken?
Summary: On a mission Ken and Brad have an accident
Contents: Yaoi Shonen ai Weird ... that's about it now...
Spoilers: Umm....everything?
Status: Incomplete

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Sooner Or Later: Part 1
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Weiß had a mission. Aya had rejected, surprisingly; Omi, too, had declined, both for reasons that they refused to explain. That left Ken and Yohji, and Manx was delighted that they both agreed. Siberian and Balinese were to weed out several drug dealers using a shrine for their dealing. The two were to destroy everything that marked the fact that it had been used as a drug warehouse. Namely they needed to explode the shrine and kill the dealers.

Schwarz had a mission. Takatori was having minor difficulties with a few drug dealers and had ordered his bodyguards to 'deal with the problem appropriately'. It was a small task so only Crawford and Schuldich were needed.

The shrine was deserted when Siberian and Balinese arrived. Yohji roamed the grounds while Ken checked inside the shrine itself and the well house. Both came up empty handed. That was, until Schwarz showed up.

"Hell!" Yohji swore into his headset, "Siberian! Get the fuck out of there! Schwarz is here!"

Ken quickly scrambled out of the well house only to be shoved back in by an overeager Schuldich. His bugnuk was not enough against the speedy German, however, and Ken ended up crashing into the top of a boarded up well. There was only a small splinter in the cover before Schuldich decided to break it with Ken's body.

Yohji was having similar problems with Crawford; it was nearly impossible to get his wire around the man's neck when he constantly Saw it coming.

Crawford had Yohji backed against the outside wall of the well house when a vision hit him. This time it was not of himself or Yohji, but Schuldich and Ken.

"Shit!" he yelled in English, "Schuldich! Get the hell out of there!"

He quickly left a half-dazed Yohji and dashed inside the well house to prevent the teammate from doing something rash.

"Schu!" he yelled again, "Get the hell away from that well!"

Much to Crawford's annoyance, the German ignored him, throwing himself at Ken, who was almost unconscious on top of the unstable well cover.

Crawford, not pleased with the redhead's insubordination, lunged at Schuldich intent on stopping him. Fortunately, he did manage to keep the German from getting near the well, but in the process he did end up crashing into Ken and breaking into the well.

Ken was awake enough to grab the side of the well and he would have been able to pull himself up, if Crawford had not latched onto his waist.

"Don't let go!" the older man hissed, "Trust me!"

"Like hell! Give me one good reason?!" Ken yelled back. "Balinese! Tasukete!"

"No!"

"Balinese! Tasukete! God damn it! Yohji!"

At that moment however, Yohji and Schuldich were battling out of sight, deaf to Ken's cries for help.

"Fuck!" Ken chose that time to loose his grip.

~*~

"Ano..." Yohji peered over the edge of the well where his teammate had just disappeared.

"Ne? Juu? What just happened?" he asked the redhead next to him, bewildered. Even after all the time that they spent together, Yohji still could not pronounce the German.

"They're just... gone!" Schuldich whispered in awe. "You go down there and check. It creeps me out, man....I think I can see something shinny."

"No way!" Yohji protested. "There is no way that I am going down there!"

"No sex!" the German threatened.

"I can always find another," the blonde shrugged.

"I show Aya every little thing that we've done - "

"Fine!" Yohji cut him off. He would rather take his chances with the hell-well than an enraged Aya.

He hoisted himself into the well, squeezing his eye's shut, expecting the worse. With a soft thud Yohji landed; he opened his left eye and then his right when he was positive that he was still in the well.

Schuldich was right, there was something shinny in the well. Upon closer examination Yohji was confronted by Crawford's gun, next to Ken's bugnuk.

"Ne? Juu?" Yohji called up. "The well ate them and spat out their weapons." He climbed out, presenting the German with his leader's gun.

"Well, that's not good," Schuldich snorted.

"You're telling me," Yohji grumbled. "What am I going to tell Aya? 'Ken fell down the well, again'?"

"Again?" the German quirked an eyebrow, "I don't think so, Lassie."

"Damn. I'll think on it. I should return home, you should too."

"Aa."

They shared a quick, chaste kiss and went off in separate directions, each brandishing their teammate's respected weapon.

~*~

Ken's eyes fluttered open to the unwelcome rays of sunlight.

"It's about time that you woke up," a deep voice sneered. The sneer was much like that of Aya, if he were capable of anything other that a monotone and yelling, but colder if that was even possible. Although Ken's disoriented mind did not pick that up.

"Not now, Aya..." he mumbled sleepily, "Wanna sleep more..." Then Ken realized that he was not in his bed and that was not Aya that was sneering at him. In fact he was on the cold, dirt-covered ground and he was not quite sure who was sneering at him, but he was positive that it was not Aya.

He bolted upright, rubbing the dirt from his face with soil-covered hands and therefore only succeeding in smearing more of it on his face.

"Dare ka?!" he demanded of the voice.

"Get up out of that well and find out for yourself!" the voice called back.

Ken slowly crawled up, out of the well, after many futile attempts to jump out, but by the time he finally got out, he wished that he hadn't: the voice belonged to Bradley Crawford.

Where was his claw?!

"You've been asleep most of the morning," he stated simply.

Ken was furious. Crawford was mocking him. That could not be tolerated. He lunged for the older man.

Crawford merely sidestepped, allowing the hotheaded boy to land on his face in a pile of leaves.

"Now that that's out of the way, you might want to look where you are before you try that again."

Ken picked himself up off the ground and dusted off his shirt and pants. His orange sweatshirt seemed to have received most of the damage, he bemoaned. Then he took Crawford's advice, still keeping one eye fixed angrily on the American.

They were in the middle of a forest. No shrine in sight. No Tokyo in sight... No civilization in sight. Not good.

Ken returned his full attention back to Crawford, whom had perched himself on the side of the well.

"If I wanted to kill you, I would have done so already," he snorted, answering Ken's as-of-yet unasked question.

"What did you do with my bugnuk?" the brunette glared.

"I didn't do anything," Crawford said evenly, stressing the 'I' a bit, "the well didn't like it."

"Oh! Well!" Ken spat, "That explains everything! 'The well didn't like it'!"

"You're not helping," the American growled.

"I'm going back!" he announced.

"It won't work," Crawford warned as Ken neared the edge of the well.

"I'm trying anyway!" he insisted stubbornly as he jumped back into the well.

He landed with a loud thump, throwing up a cloud of dust as he collided with the earth. "Itai!"

"Told you!" floated down into the well.

"Shut up!"

"Get out of there. We need to figure out what to do."

Ken snorted as he climbed out of the well for the second time that day.

Ten minutes time found Ken sitting cross-legged writing 'Help me' in Romaji on the ground and Crawford sitting at the edge of the well watching Ken's hand in mild fascination.

Ken looked up at the American, "Now what?"

"I have absolutely no clue," he sighed in defeat.

Great. They were both stuck in some weird place with the enemy as the only companion. Life was peachy.

"Shit!" Crawford uttered as he shot up.

Ken lifted an eyebrow. "What did you S-"

He was cut off as a giant explosion was set off in the middle of the forest.

"Ken! Get out of the way!" the American warned.

"How do you know my name?"

"Get down!"

It was too late as Ken was struck in the forehead with a small silvery sliver. "IIIItttttaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"I warned you. I swear, you're more stubborn than Schuldich."

Ken ignored the elder as he clawed desperately at his forehead, howling in pain.

"Come here and let me take a look at it," he offered with a sigh.

~*~

"It WHAT?!!!!" Yohji visibly flinched at the force of Aya's words.

"Ken fell down a well and disappeared," the blonde repeated meekly, making sure that Aya did not find out that Ken was with Crawford.

"Is this one of your jokes, Yohji?" amethyst eyes narrowed, "Because I am not amused. You botch a mission and loose Ken down a well, not your most creative, but I must give you some credit."

"I'm not joking!" Yohji violently threw Ken's bugnuk at Aya's feet. "If I was joking, why would I have his claw?!"

"Fuck!" the redhead's eyes widened.

"I second that thought," Yohji mumbled dryly. "And the worst part is that I have no clue what to do."

"Manx should be informed of the mission failure, but as for Ken, I have no clue either... Omi would know."

"Good. We ask him when he comes for his shift this afternoon."

~*~

"You lost Crawford? Down a well?" Nagi lifted an eyebrow. "How can you loose a person? I knew that I should have taken this mission and I'm no Oracle."

"The well ate him, swallowed him and regurgitated his gun," Schuldich waved his hands.

"You've got to be kidding me!" Nagi exasperated, "It's impossible!"

"So are your powers, kinder," the German pointed out. "Ne, Farfarello, are you just gonna stand there? Or do you have nothing to say?"

"What is there to say?" the man in question responded.

"Nagi seemed to have a lot to say," Schuldich grumbled.

"What are we going to do about Takatori?" Nagi wondered, ignoring the German's mumblings.

"Say he's sick," Farfarello offered.

"Good," Schuldich concluded, "Done."

~*~

"Points for creativity?" Crawford snickered at his vision. "If I didn't know that Schuldich and Yohji were sleeping together, I would have sworn that Yohji would jump Aya."

Ken must have been delirious, because Crawford did not just say that Yohji was sleeping with the German.

"Yohji and Juurediche... sleeping together?!" he squeaked. Ken also had difficulty pronouncing the German.

"You didn't know that?" Crawford peered at him over his glasses.

"Y-Yohji? You're kidding, ne?"

"What good would lying do?"

"Demo... he's a playboy... I've seen his dates..."

"Have you ever asked him?"

"Well, no..." Ken admitted. "I'll ask him when we get out of this... wherever we are."

"You do that," the American commented out of lack of anything else to do.

A comfortable silence spread between them. Ken was occasionally scratching at the rock embedded in his forehead, that the American had unsuccessfully tried to remove and Crawford was cleaning his glasses on the sleeve of his suit.

Yohji's wire broke Ken out of his daze, wrapping around his neck.

"Shimatta!" he hissed, looking up at his capturer as he was dragged to the ground. It was defiantly not Yohji who had attacked him, unless Yohji had changed his hair color, shrunk about a foot, and gotten a sex change. The capturer was a buxom woman who was inadequately dressed in something that might be considered a dress by some stretch of the imagination.

Crawford pushed his glasses up with his middle finger. "Who are you?" he boomed before Ken was able to get anything past his lips that was not a string of obscenities.

"La? I am Yura of the Hair."

~*~*~

Normally Modern and Feudal objects can pass through the well, I just added the fact that weapons were unable to pass, 'cause where would the story be if Crawford and Ken killed each other, ne?